As Bull McCabe said to the Yank: When others left, we stayed

By last Sunday morning, my voice was creaking, writes Anthony Daly

We had won the Kilmacud 7s tournament the previous day, which was extremely pleasing as hosts, but I shattered my voice from all the shouting.

My throat was so raw that I spent the night oiling it with honey and Lemsips to try and lubricate my larynx box for what was coming Sunday.